Treasure Hounds Page #2

Whoa.

Whoa, indeed.

- Who's that?

- That's what I'd like to know.

[sniffing]

Mmm, that's premium dog food.

Side of Chewy Bones,

light tones of almond.

And if I'm not mistaken, you've

been drinking from the toilet.

Ew! That dog is sniffing

Mandy's butt!

Excuse me, can you please get that

animal away from Mandy's butt?

Uh, sorry, sorry.

That's just how they say hello.

Skipper.

Yeah, duh. I know that.

Why else would he be doing that?

Did that disgusting junkyard

animal scare you, sweetie?

Yeah, she did kinda

scare me a little.

Oh, you're talking to her.

Then that makes me the, uh...

Hey!

[laughs] Imagine if

people said hello like that.

You know, like, sniffed

each other's butts.

That's gross.

You're gross.

No, I'm not. I'm Jack.

I just moved here.

- Yay for you.

- OK.

Um, that's a nice

bag you got there.

Where'd you get it?

The library?

- Smooth.

- Really?

This lame tote bag that my

mom got from work is nice?

- Do you want it?

- No, that's OK.

Yeesh. Tough room.

- Um, what's your name?

- My name?

It's stop talking to me.

What is that, French?

Who's she calling a

junkyard animal, anyway?

Hmm.

Oh, so suddenly this

town's not so bad.

[mom] Notice of eviction?

We're getting kicked out?

[sighs]

Sorry, Mom.

It's OK, I kinda

sprang this all on you.

I wasn't gone that long,

are you OK?

Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fine.

Listen,

Mr. Storms Out In A Huff,

you have a job to do.

- I do?

- The basement is a disaster.

It needs to be

cleaned and organized.

- Yeah, no problem.

- Thanks.

Love you!

[door opens, shuts]

[sniffs] What is that smell?

Well, let's get to it.

[engine fires up]

[beeping]

[owl hooting]

[hooting]

[hoots]

[man] Gunther.

Ronnie!

[man] Gunther.

Keep walking forwards,

you're so close!

Gunther!

- Yes!

- Sorry.

You look like a Ronnie.

I get that a lot.

- Yes.

- So have you acquired transportation?

- [car alarm goes off]

- Oh, oh, oh.

Ah, car alarms.

So obnoxious.

- Shh.

- Oh dear. Oh, no.

I got it, I got it.

- You got...

- That's the panic button!

- No, it's...

- I got it!

[alarm shuts off]

Ah, that's better.

Thank you.

[snoring]

I hope you have acquired

accommodations then.

Oh, accommodations.

Top notch!

They're never gonna

know we're there.

Perfect. OK.

And you're sure no one is home?

Positive.

I checked it out.

The old guy croaked,

no family, no friends,

so the place is all ours.

It's gonna be like taking

candy from a kitten.

[laughs]

Wait, I thought you

take candy from a baby.

A baby? No. Kitten.

You take candy from a kitten.

But why would a kitten be

walking around with a candy?

Why would you give a baby candy?

It's unhealthy!

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